Ten 70's Summers
I was one year old in 1970. This was the year our most cherished family tradition began for me. Of course I can’t remember that particular annual family reunion, but several during that decade ar e etched in my heart memories forever. Each year the entire family on my Daddy’s side, gathered in the small Texas town of Stephenville . My grandmother, Mamma w , only saw her extended family , the third weekend in June, annually. As much as I loved actually attending the reunion , part of the excitement for me as a young girl, was the long road trip itself. Mammaw always rode wi th us. One of our traditions was that I would always sit in her lap during the car ride. This was long before the requirement of seat belts . The most memorable trips included a stops along the way. One year we stopped in Glenrose , Texas at Dinosaur Valley. I w ill always treasure the snapshots from that day of dinosaur tracks and the statue of a T-Rex. After hours in the car , w